Forward

What is this person thinking, I wonder, as I watch them wriggle their toes deeper into the warm, Californian sand and stare at the ocean in front. Have they done this before? Are they scared? Does that excite them all the more?

Dane and I went to San Francisco to apply for our visas this weekend. It was a very successful trip, and I now feel like this surfer: trying to take a deep breath before rushing forward.